Zhao Rong was distraught and angry to find that he had been practicing hard for so many days, but he still couldn't beat Su Xiaoxiao.
"Let go! Many people are watching!" Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and whispered.
"Please don't go, it's none of your business. Let's leave as soon as the quarrel is over." The little fox demon wrinkled her face and looked at him eagerly.
Zhao Rong looked at the familiar scene in front of him with a speechless expression, looked around awkwardly, and hurriedly let go of his hand, not daring to pull it anymore, just in case the aunt tore his robe to pieces like last time, and this
Or in public...he will probably die socially.
Zhao Rong retracted his hand, said with a straight face and a serious tone: "Let go!"
Su Xiaoxiao looked at him with pitiful eyes, but saw that he was unmoved and his eyes were firm.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at him, and slowly let go of her jade hand, and the plain white robe escaped from between her fingers.
Zhao Rong felt soft when he saw this, but he had more important things to do now, so he softened his tone and said, "Sorry, go back and wait for me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away under the gaze of thousands of people.
Behind him, Su Xiaoxiao stood there with his head bowed in silence for a while. At a certain moment, he suddenly bulged his mouth, narrowed his crystal fox eyes as narrow as starlight, and looked up at the man's slender and thin back.
Was it the same when he stood up to save me on the ferry? Is this what my grandma said... the ridiculous and cute "childishness" of some men?
The next second, the little fox demon moved, but instead of returning to the crowd, he walked forward, ignoring the gazes from all directions, and followed the man.
Zhao Rong didn't pay attention to Su Xiaoxiao behind him. He came to the Liuyi layman and others. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly pulled aside by Lin Wenruo.
Lin Wenruo shook his head at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong whispered: "Lin Wenruo, you are just pretending, can't you be a little more cowardly? Why are you pretending to commit suicide when you keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood?"
Lin Wenruo looked at him speechlessly.
Zhao Rong immediately turned to Layman Liuyi and said, "I'm sorry, old gentleman, can you change the last bet that Wen Ruo just said..."
After saying this, he took out a piece of origami paper from his arms, placed it gently on the table beside him, and said, "Can I use this..."
"No!" Qingjingzi interrupted.
"No matter what you offer in exchange, it won't work! We agreed to gamble with his life! If you want to regret it, then don't gamble. Let's cancel today's debate between Confucianism and Taoism."
Qingjingzi stared coldly at the silent Lin Wenruo.
When the man in front of me returned to China, I treated him so kindly. I prepared a priceless gift, married my daughter to him, and helped him spread his good name everywhere and pave the way for his official career.
The results of it?
It turned out that he had harbored evil intentions for a long time and was an unfed white-eyed wolf, just like his restless father.
It turned out that when he first returned to China, he and the monarch discussed giving him a high position as prime minister, but he found excuses to shirk it. He started from scratch, took the imperial examination, and entered the court step by step. He thought he was just trying to raise his hopes, and he even cooperated in building momentum.
, but I didn’t expect that he was doing it for the current betrayal to prevent the unstable foundation from being found by himself.
What a wolfish ambition. Your Lanxi Lin family is a dog I raised. Seeing that you have been obedient and docile all these years, I untied the dog a little bit. I never expected that it would be bitten by you now!
When the national master Qingjingzi thought of this, his nose twitched and the beads in his hand were turned faster.
After being decisively rejected, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Lin Wenruo.
The latter gave him a look that said, "It's okay, don't worry about the bet, we can win." Then he shook his head slightly and told him to leave quickly.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and did not respond. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and stared directly at Qing Jingzi, looking at her unscrupulously.
Zhao Rong's eyes covered Qingjingzi from head to toe, scanning his yellow and purple robe that had been passed down for thousands of years in Zhongnan Kingdom or Chongxu Temple, and... the string of flowing beads he held in his hand.
The heart of the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace is in it!
Zhao Rong looked at it so closely at this time and found that there were a lot of beads in this string of beads. At first count, there should be eighty-one, symbolizing the eighty-one transformations of Taoist ancestors and the number of ninety-nine pure yangs.
And each bead has a different color and material. According to Gui, the furnace heart made of Kui Niu Demon Pill is one of the black beads.
However, there were several black beads inside, and Zhao Rong couldn't tell which one they were for a while. He didn't have time to ask Gui at this time, but just sighed in his heart about Gui's spiritual consciousness.
Zhao Rong's eyes were wild.
Qingjingzi frowned and stopped turning his right hand. Finally, he saw Zhao Rong looking down, staring directly at his abdomen, which was exactly where his right hand was. Qingjingzi suddenly thought of what was going on in the circle of celebrities in Zhongnan Kingdom.
His face darkened due to the popular elegance.
Qingjingzi rolled his sleeves and scolded, "Zhuzi, don't be so presumptuous!"
After saying this, he turned to the old man who was quietly drinking and watching: "Layman, don't pay attention to the nonsense of these common people. Let's start talking quickly."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong raised his hands and said respectfully to the Liuyi layman: "Please wait a moment, sir."
The old man shook the wine gourd, lowered his head and sniffed at the mouth of the gourd, and said in a leisurely tone, "Speak quickly, don't waste time."
Zhao Rong responded.
Qingjingzi looked slightly cold and tilted his head to look at Zhao Rong sideways.
Lin Wenruo watched from one side, wondering what his friend was going to do.
Su Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, stood quietly one step behind Zhao Rong, raising her little head and looking at his side face attentively, focusing entirely on him.
Zhao Rong ignored the gazes of everyone in the audience, looked at Qing Jingzi up and down again, and asked curiously: "Excuse me, who are you?"
Qingjingzi immediately clenched his hands tightly, with a chill in his eyes. However, under the gaze of so many people present, he still answered with a calm tone.
"Zhongnan Guoshi, Qingjingzi."
Zhao Rong ignored him, but pointed at Qingjingzi, turned to Lin Wenruo and asked: "Is what this guy said true?"
Lin Wenruo raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and nodded.
Zhao Rong had a look of surprise on his face, "So this guy is Qingjingzi, the national preceptor of your Zhongnan Kingdom..."
The next second.
The ordinary-looking young Confucian scholar suddenly smiled brightly at Qing Jingzi, showing his white teeth, and said sincerely: "Excuse me, are you worthy?"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Qingjingzi squinted his eyes, licked his lips, and said nothing, staring intently at this Confucian scholar whose cultivation was five realms away from him.
Zhao Rong said loudly: "My knowledge is shallow, but I also know that the national teacher is the teacher of a country. He cannot be appointed to a person who is not a virtuous and noble person, and who is highly qualified and upright."
After saying this, the young Confucian scholar carefully looked at the current Zhongnan Imperial Master in front of him from top to bottom, sighed, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I still think you are not worthy!"
Qingjingzi took a deep breath, her nose quivered, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she managed to squeeze out a sentence from her tightly pursed lips: "Shuzi is bold, shows off his rhetoric, and is rude and rude!"
"What did you say? Be louder. Did you not eat?" Zhao Rong listened attentively, then shook his head.
Seeing that the hatred was almost done, the young Confucian scholar calmed down his expression, looked around, stretched out an index finger, pointed at the yellow and purple Taoist priest not far away who looked like he wanted to eat him, and said calmly:
"I'll make a bet with you. If you win, I'll take off your imperial uniform and give it to me."